Would you care for something to drink?” “Is it poisoned?” “It’s Saturday,” I said. “We only serve poison during the week.

She surveyed the carnage behind him. "Did you have fun?" He showed her his teeth. "Yes.

Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No.

He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.

When I'm with him, I can feel myself getting better. It's like he's picking up broken pieces of me and putting me back together, and I don't even know he's doing it. We never talk about it. We don't go to therapy. He just loves me and that's enough.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

Your ability to remain alive never ceases to amaze me.